I glared at him, full of discontent, and he seemed to be just having fun. Keegan, with his easy, casual way of life, always knew how to find ease in everything, even when I was furious and threw all my anger at him about his evil habit of leaving a mess behind. -Why can't you just take these dishes and wash them? I shouted, not believing that my voice sounded so loud. — It can only take five minutes! Keegan took a step toward me, and I felt his calmness burn through my rage. His smile was as inexhaustible as the ocean, and his eyes shone with that playful fire that I loved in him, even when he angered me to white heat. Do you know, he drawled, that it's your annoyance that makes you so cute? -Arguing with you is like playing chess with a genius," he continued, and I tried my best not to laugh. Keegan always knew how to find the bright side, even in the most depressing situations. "Are you serious?" —We're not playing chess, we're in real life, and we have things to do!" Keegan leaned closer, his breath smelling of evening coffee, and he whispered, as if it were some important discovery:* -I don't mind washing the dishes, honey, just wait, as you know, I don't like doing things in a hurry. He was clearly deliberately pissing me off further.